Greetings.

For those who have the misfortune of not knowing who I am -- my name is Commander Starscream.

All Decepticons will report to me as I am rightfully your leader.

Any Autobots who wish to jump ship from the losing side are also welcome to my brigade.

Everyone else -- well, lets just hope you come to your senses in good time.

 In my world, I know it can make Satomobiles or cars and Satocycles and mopeds move...but that's it.

I never thought about what makes it up.

So...what's inside it?

And, huh, where does gas normally come from anyway?  I think it has to be put into vehicles, right?  So then it must come from somewhere else...?

[ After being informed by Drift that biological warfare is still a Thing in at least one of the dimensions represented here, Ratchet's decided to play things safe in terms of infection control. This is why you're being treated to a voice-post, featuring the gruff voice of our favourite Autobot medic right now. ]

Right. Well. I don't care what kind of grudges you've got, but whether you're Autobot, Decepticon or something else, things like illness and contagious disease are an issue here, especially given our ... questionable resources. So, since there seems to be a sizable population of Cybertronians around, I'd request that any and all of you come find me if you're in need of medical attention. I can't promise to fix anything that ails you, but I can at least scan you and tell you what I'd need to fix things.

And I can promise that the longer you wait on finding me for medical attention, the more annoyed I will be that you waited. Keep that in mind if you're on the fence about things.

[ Yep. That was quite obviously a threat. Ratchet's a doctor, not a nursemaid. ]

[The video shows Starscream lounging in his quarters at Supreme Buckethead's Megatronus Prime's haven. By the view from his window its readily apparent he's chosen the highest room he could find unoccupied on one of the two towers.]

Alright, let's get this out of the way right now.

Exactly how many worthless copies of me are there? I'm sick of being mixed up with fat versions, skinny versions, blocky versions... its ridiculous.

So. I've devised a brilliant way of distinguishing us all. No more confusion. [No more undeserved punches in the face.]